the new zero
April 18th: stamina and the single girl
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So yesterday, I went out with H, hereafter known forever as Cheetah, both for her habit of walking as if she were sprinting and her hair, which is this really cool turquoise with prurple edging and spots, with patterns shaved into it. She's a fun girl, and good to be around. We went out to brunch and then hung around Capitol Hill for a while. We went to Toys in Babeland, walked up and down Broadway, gathered compliments on her hair, and then went to a party at a cool little condo.
I seem to have a dearth of stories in me lately. It's really strange. I have smallish stories, stories about cats sleeping or wind blowing across the lake, but nothing earth-shattering, nothing huge.
Like depth perception, the ability to use chopsticks has seemingly come out of nowhere. | ||
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"Touch me where I'm rusty
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